The emperor stood in the distance, his expression filled with anguish.
"I'm sorry, but I've already ruined his flesh and blood." The woman gently shook her head, then looked toward the distant emperor.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry. The person I've always loved wasn't you, but the Ninth Prince."
"Even while I was with you, I kept thinking about the Ninth Prince. But after spending so long with you, I developed feelings for Your Majesty as well."
"These two feelings tormented me day and night. Now, at last, it's time for me to be free."
"I hope you'll spare the Ninth Prince and stop hurting him."
As she said this, Consort Xiang's body trembled, and blood began gushing from her mouth.
I cursed inwardly from the side, I stabbed you in the stomach. Why are you bleeding from your mouth? And so much, too.
"No, you won't die!"
"Yes, you can definitely survive!"
Both the emperor and the prince went mad at that moment. They stared at the woman collapsed on the ground and shouted desperately.
I couldn't help shouting, "Forget it. There's no saving her. My sword strike was powerful enough to kill a Dragon Zombie. It would take a miracle for her to survive."
"Shut up!" The emperor turned around, his eyes filled with madness. Then he extended his hand, sending a constant stream of murderous aura into the woman's body in an attempt to heal her. But it was completely useless. The woman's body grew weaker and weaker.
She caressed the prince's face longingly, but looked toward the emperor. Then, very soon, she collapsed onto the ground and died.
"Hahaha, good riddance."
"She finally died. That tragic love story was quite a show."
Chu Zhaixing and Wuxin said this, their faces full of schadenfreude.
I quietly backed away,